Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1887-04-01
SHIRLEY CARSTONE.
By ELIZA ARCHARD.
copyrighted by the American Press Association.
CHAPTER ".


MATRIMONIAL
The scene changes We are across the sea-
But it is still n school. Are We never to be
done with schoolst Well, no! Life is Il school,
and the wise are never done learning
The scene, by your leave, is German uni
versity town. Time, several years before the
opening of the humble tale you have done us
the honor TO follow thus far. On u giant
cliff above the town stands the most magnif-
cent ruin in Europe. Below, the blue Neckar
PUSHES out from its mountains and seeks the
great Rhine beyond. You know the town,
Heidelberg.
An American family were spending some
months there With them was the pretty
daughter of the household, n girl of II.
Among the students at that time was young
man from the United States. He was barely
Is, but large strong and manly in physique,
with dark hair and eyes He was precocious
in every way; noted for his wide range Of
study, as well as for his strength and cour-
age He was, besides, the son of rich par
ents, who had INDUCED his every within from
the time he was born. In brief he was fiery
youth, who knew no law but his own will.
Hundreds of parents from the United
States visit the old German town every year
with their young lady daughters. The uni
versity dates back to the year of our Lord
1885, 1t is very famous. Hundreds OF
American boys attend its classes every year.
But this particular boy, with the flashing
dark eyes who loved his own way, met the
particular maiden of II one day at the Hotel
Victoria With the other hundreds we have
nothing TO do.
Fate willed the meeting. The dark haired
youth mostly decided what followed, the first
part of it at any rate
The girl was a gigging, weak willed
creature, with poodle dog eyes and forehead,
and dolls red and white face She had the
simpering, affected ways of school girl, who
cannot for one moment get rid of the con-
seriousness of her sex. The dark haired boys
room mate fancied himself madly in love
with n. His friend saw it with regret.
am cure you of this nonsense, Franl,
Broughton," he said to himself. all 60 and
make love to Miss Myra myself. I'll cut you
out The girl will throw you over. Then I'll
throw her over and 60 home for the summer,
and you 60 with me. You'll thank me for
breaking YOU of this blessed foolishness."
That evening, with his graceful, careless
bow and smiie-the scapegracc was fascinat-
ing-thc dark haired youth made his way to
the young lady:
"Miss Myra,n he said, at will be beauti-
full sunset viii you and your mother give
me the pleasure of going up the mountain
with your
The red and white girl smpered.
"Why Ia mamma" said she, "shall we goa"
Mamma said, ~ think may" with that
degree of alacrity, veneered by dignified re-
serve, which is due of an occasion when q
managing mamma scents a possible son-n-
law in rich and highly connected young
man.
1t quite took away the breath of Frank
Broughton. In five minutes they were off,
before his very eyes.
IF, reader you are of n guessing turn, you
will know the rest. Well, the girl was pretty,
with her peach like cheeks, and her eyes OF
that color which the milliners call peacock
blue" The dark haired youth, who went in
for cutting his friend out to save him from
folly, was himself of passionate, susceptible
nature. The walks and rides up the mount
ain were finally continued on his own account.
What would you have? A month later the
same three went up the mountain. Mamma
discreetly fingered in the shadow, in the great
square of the magnificent ruin. In the
shadow in the smaller square at the front of
the magnificent ruin, the dark haired youth
who had his own way, pressed Miss Myra's
babylike hand, kissed her on her babylike
lips and whispered in her babylike ear:
an a month I'm coming home to marry
you"
"And Miss Myra blushed and said:
"Why, la, how could you"
That was the very question he asked him
self many q time afterward Frank Brough-
ton was avenged!
In month they were married, the boy and
girl. The youths parents opposed feebly, but
Philip Dumoray had always had his own
IL. Al
match in all the haste consistent with regard
to the best appearances. Had she not been
an American mother of tho highest standing
it might have even seemed that she feared
the prize would slip through her fingers.
The young people set up housekeeping in
New York Twin sons were born to them
within q year. Then it was that Philip
Dumoray faced the great new TRUTH that a
man who has q mother-in-law, a dull, silly
wife and a pair of babies can't always have
his own way. What could even thunder and
lightning do against a hill Of puttyl
Myra Dumoray developed such astounding
capacity for emotion that Philip could scarcely
believe his own senses. Strange, too, but
the emotion was always of a disagreeable
kind Scenes began to take place that
thoroughly alarmed the youthful husband,
and then thoroughly enraged him. His
household was comfortless. 1t was something
new not to be comfortable. Matters went
from bad to worse between them. Once he
had said impatiently:
"What in thunder is this mess cooks
brought in3 Do you call that coffee, Myrai
wonder why you never have anything fit to
eat in the houseN
Perhaps, like man, this strong young fell
low would not have noticed that other things
were so slouchy, if the household had hap
pened to have good cook. But the tender
point of the masculine gender is its stomach.
"When you married me, who'd a thought
you'd ever been so cross. You would marry
me. And now you're always grumbling, and
, me not at all WE'LL Boo-hoo-hool" remarks
Mrs. Dumoray.
He pushed back from the table and strobe
out Of the room. Myra sent for mamma
They counseled together. When the male
monster returned both women wore an air of
martyrlike resignation that exasperated him